My thoughts lost.
Somewhere in time.
An emotion.
Too easy to bare.

I am in a wonderful place.
Where the light burns the skin,
and the shade hides inside.

An unnamed feeling,
clawing at itself in brilliance.

A thought sparks from its talons.

A wonderful place.
A perfect place purified persistently
through peoples' scrutiny of it.

A place where your skin pulls on the bones.
It is all too easy.

And the shade prevails when light is absent.

GRAHAM MURPHY

To love and live
another day.

To fight and die
just yesterday.

Two thoughts too close
to bare in mind.

Two worlds to live
leave none behind.

To **** two kin
through lovers quarrel.

Two crimes can't god
resolve through moral?

To live two lives
all wrapped in one.

To me and I,

Live all,
Die young.

GRAHAM MURPHY

Holding hands with Amber,
As a sweet melody plays.
There are bells in the distance,
As her crafted face stares at empty space.

I could point out a thousand stars,
but none seemed bright enough.
Her interest captured,
by her own hands.

Stuck in mud,
that sound could not wash away.
The beat intense,
But events quite clear.

Apollo has alined the stars
and the planets stand still.
Almost to attention.
To the dying embers.

GRAHAM MURPHY